Walking up the pavement steps, Blaine pushed the door open and was stuck between the door-frames as teenagers raced through laughing using slang that Blaine hasn't heard, yet. His brown and tan boat shoes clacked on the red and white tile as he made his way to what it seemed to be an office. Three women sat behind wooden desk, typing and laughing. Blaine leaned around the desk smiling at the women.

"Hello, I'm new here, not sure where to go." The three women giggled, but the women in a red wrap dress walked up to him.

"Are you Blaine Anderson?" She asked in a husky voice. Blaine looked confused.

"Yes that's me. I am filling in for the English teacher that has been taken out of her position." She nodded.

"Poor thing." She said as she grabbed a yellow folder.

"May I ask what happened?" He asked a little nosy. She sighed.

"Yes, she has developed cancer and its stage three; she may not make it, but she is fighting hard. Kathy is a tough cookie." She smiled. He nodded.

"I'm so sorry to hear that." His thick eyebrows scrunched together, his nose crinkled. The lady in the red dress nodded.

"Well, here is what you need: your room number, keys and curriculum. We all heard that you are very good at what you do." She smirked.

"Ah yea, I work very hard and know high school English like the back of my hand. I must have read all the books we assign for each great over a hundred time." He laughed, Night, Looking for Alaska, Lord of the Flys all came to mind. The lady nodded.

"Well, I hope you enjoy your stay at McKinley, we are very well put together school. Principal Figgins will visit today to introduce himself; this morning his daughter was sick and his wife's shift at the hospital doesn't end until ten this morning so he is very sorry he couldn't be here to welcome you here himself." Blaine nodded.

"Yes I understand. Thank you for your help…"

"Darcy, Darcy Miller." She winked. He raised his eyebrows.

"Well thank you Darcy." He said as he made his way out of the office and down the hall to look for room 342.

"Hey Macy." Kurt smiled, as it was his turn to order at the famous coffee shop in Lima Ohio, The Lima Bean.

"Hey Kurtie, when is your next shift?" She asked as she got his usual order ready. He smiled handing over his employee card.

"Um, tomorrow afternoon after school; can't wait." He said sarcastly. She giggled handing his is nonfat Mocha.

"Oh yes, that will be $1.50." She said. He sighed handing her two bills.

"Only plus side." He giggled.

"Hell yea." She whispered to him. He took his coffee telling her to keep the change; he knew how it felt to get money into that tip jar; even if it was just fifty cents.

Kurt parked in the senior parking, getting the closet spot to the door; it was still pretty hot out for fall and he didn't want to sweat on his new Marc Jacobs button down shirt and tight Calvin Klein jeans. Walking into the cafeteria entrance, he headed to his locker which was in the front of the building; lucky him. He opened his locker; Pictures of his glee friends and family hung from the walls with little fashion magnets. He grabbed the books he need and closed the locker; Rachel stood there with a big smile on her face. Kurt jumped.

"Rachel, why do you have to do that?" He asked. She giggled jumping up and down.

"Did you hear that Mr. Shue is getting co helper to run the glee club! I think that he is going to pick a senior! And can you guess who it's gonna be?" She squealed as they walked to the second floor. He rolled his eyes.

"Barbra Streisand?" He asked not even a bit impressed.

"Close! Me!" She bounced in his face. Kurt looked surprised at how close she got.

"Alright no more Lima Bean for you, I am banning you from ever stepping foot in there and I can I work there and am very good friends the with the manager; so be careful." He warned as they walked into 342, sitting in the back.

"Oh will you stop it Kurt; come one think about it; who helps the most and comes up with the most ideas?"

"You, but also think about this Rachel who is also a person that helps and comes up with ideas with themselves not in it? Me Mercedes, Finn, Quinn and the rest. Except for you." He said poking her nose wit his pointer. She pouted. Kurt looked up to the front and didn't see Mrs. James, but a man a short dark haired man. He turned around smiling.

"Alright class, I will be covering for Mrs. James for the rest of the year. I am Mr. Anderson, I graduated from Ohio State with a Masters in English education and also a masters in Music education; guess what I picked?" He smiled waving his arms out. "I am twenty four years old; I know I seem young but, I graduated high school early for my age of sixteen and has been wanting to teach high schoolers like you guys; so I am so excited for this year; oh and I know Mrs. James was tough on you guys and I seem like a sweetheart, but really, I bite really hard." The class gasped. Kurt giggled loving his humor and technique to scare the students. He was a fast talker and loved to bounce around just like Rachel; Kurt felt like he was in a college class, but kept up with him from the start of class to the end. "Alright guys it seems that we are done for today, but I wanted to tell you guys that I am helping out with a new club in this building and if you love to sing and dance the Glee club is looking for new members says Mr. Shuester." Most of the class laughed.

"Mr. Anderson, the glee club is the losers of the school they are at the bottom of the food chain. Those two in the back Kurt and Rachel are the head of the losers. Kurt and Rachel put their heads down trying not to be seen.

"Well, guess what I was in glee club when I was younger and it was the best time of my life and my club we all the way to Nationals and won. So if your trying to tell me a group of kids that do what they love and want to do for the rest of their lives are losers, then you have no idea what losers are Dave." Then the bell rang. Kids got out of their seats and left quickly as possible for the next class. Rachal and Kurt were the last to leave afraid they would be slushied or pushed into lockers. "Hey guys, don't let them get you down; they are just a bunch of no brainers that don't know what they're missing." He smiled. Kurt looked up and saw the soft expression on Blaine's face and melted. Kurt tried to control himself, but failed as he smiled sadly and batted his eyelashes.

"Thank you for what you said." Kurt whispered. Blaine clapped Kurt's shoulder.

"Anytime, Kurt." Kurt shivered at the way Mr. Anderson said his name.

"Um, yea I got to-see you tomorrow." With that Kurt left and ran to the library, as it was his period off.

Glee club came to a start when Mr. Shue and Mr. Anderson walked in. They smiled and the chatter began between the members. Kurt sat there just eyeing Mr. Anderson.

"Now guys this is Mr. Anderson and he is a new coming to both Glee club and McKinley, so I hope you welcome him with open arms. Or legs, Kurt thought. "He has been to Nationals once in his life so he know how to get there and we would love his help wouldn't me." The glee club cheered. He smiled thanking them.

"I'm glad I can be welcomed back to another singing group. I am in love with music; it's just the amazing feeling I get when I sit down at the piano or pick up my guitar or open my mouth it makes me crave it. I want to help such a talented group feel that when performing, because really there is no other feeling like it."

"I know that feeling Mr. Anderson! I get it every time I sing a song from Funny Girl or Wicked! It feels like your wrapped up in the arms of music and it wont let you go. It's an amazing feeling." Mr. Anderson smiled, but was a little scared of her enthusiasm.

"You know what else is amazing, the sound of you not talking; I think that is an amazing feeling." Santana said. Kurt let out a loud laugh before covering his mouth looking at a pouting Rachel.

"Sorry." He muffled another laugh.

"Alright, alright, who wants to sing first?" Mr. Shue asked. Rachel's hand shot up. "Um Rachel can someone else go first?" He asked nicely waiting for her to jump up and ignore his question.

"Yea I guess, usually people don't like going first." She said. Mr. Shue nodded that's why we are gonna let Mr. Anderson pick who he wants to hear first." Mr. Anderson looked surprised.

"Oh okay, sure- um I pick…" He scanned the room looking at each student, most not paying attention. His eyes landed on Rachel and saw her smiling brightly, her back straight and her left leg over her right waiting patently; that's a first. Then he looked at Kurt, sitting there with a nail filer, picking at his nails. "Kurt." He said clearly. Kurt's head shot up.

"Me, you wanna he my high pitched squeaking?" He laughed. Mr. Anderson smiled.

"I bet you have a lovely voice now the floor is your, Mr. Hummel." He winked. Kurt stuck his nail filer into his bag, walking to the middle of the floor. He looked at Brad and mouthed a song.

"I don't usually sing songs like this, but I fell in love with it when I heard it on the radio."

I can feel his breath as he's sleeping next to me

Sharing pillows and cold feet

She can feel my heart, fell asleep to its beat

Under blankets and warm sheets

If only I could be in that bed again

If only it were me instead of him

Does he watch your favorite movies?

Does he hold you when you cry?

Does he let you tell him all your favorite parts?

When you've seen it a million times

Does he sing to all your music

While you dance to "Purple Rain"?

Does he do all these things

Like I used to?

14 months and 7 days ago

Oh, I know you know how we felt about that night

Just your skin against the window

But we took it slow and we both know

It shoulda been me inside that car

It should have been me instead of him in the dark

Does he watch your favorite movies?

Does he hold you when you cry?

Does he let you tell him all your favorite parts

When you've seen it a million times?

Does he sing to all your music

While you dance to 'Purple Rain'?

Does he do all these things

Like I used to?

I know, love

(Well, I'm a sucker for that feeling)

Happens all the time, love

(I always end up feeling cheated)

You're on my mind, love

(Oh sorta let her when I need it)

That happens all the time, love, yeah

Will he love you like I loved you?

Will he tell you everyday?

Will he make you feel like you're invincible

With every word he'll say?

Can you promise me if this was right?

Don't throw it all away

Can you do all these things?

Will you do all these things

Like we used to?

Oh, like we used to

He smiled sadly to the ground ringing his hands by his pelvic bone. Mr. Anderson stood there sitting in a seat; with his mouth wide open in shock. He started to clap with the others.

"You are amazing." Mr. Anderson said. Kurt blushed.

"Well, I don't think so, but thank you." Kurt smiled. Rachel bounced up

"Me next, me next!" Kurt rolled his eyes sitting next to Mr. Anderson, as he was still in shock.

"One Mocha Frapacino for Ally." Kurt yelled across the crowded caf� as he set down a cup of cold ice and chocolate. He turned back to the drink area creating other delicious drinks for waiting costumers. His hands flew around the mixer flipping the cups in the air creating entertainment for him and waiting people. He smiled when he caught the fly cup in another that was in his hand. He hummed and bopped around the small area he had to move. "One medium drip for Blaine!" He yelled across the room.

"Hey Kurt thanks." Mr. Anderson smiled. Kurt turned to see his teacher standing there smiling. He was snug in a light black jacket and the button down and tie he wore in class today.

"Oh Mr. Anderson, if you would have told me I would have gave you my discount." Kurt smiled as he turned around to grab lemon juice for the next order.

"Oh, no I'm just your old teacher, not a best friend." He laughed.

"Yea, if your old then I must be right behind you cause we are only five years apart." He smiled. Mr. Anderson's laugh was intoxicating. Kurt could live off that noise and never get tired of it.

"Well, I guess so, but I do wish to be your age again." Kurt laughed before setting the drink down calling out the orders name.

"Yea, no you don't." Kurt smiled. Blaine looked confused

"This is the best time of your life, this and college." Mr. Anderson said. Kurt shook his head.

"Not for me it isn't."

"Kurt your off, Jenna's taking over- see you Saturday morning thanks kid!" his boss yelled. Kurt looked up at the clock; seven in the evening. He smiled pulling off his apron.

"Um, Kurt, do you mind joining me?" Mr. Anderson asked. Kurt smiled and nodded.

"I would love too." Kurt smiled making his drink before clocking out. He grabbed a couple of biscotties and hit the back table where Mr. Anderson sat. He smiled sitting across from him.

"So now tell me why it isn't the best time of you life?" He asked waving his hands in the air when he said the word best.

"Well, cause no one really talks to me other then the glee members. And I take mostly AP classes and the only one Rachel was willing to take was the one with you. So I am mostly alone, I'm gay, its given that I have to taking it alone for a while until someone wants to stand beside me proud and out. But I got to wait." Kurt shrugged. Mr. Anderson looked upset. He lifted his coffee to his lips. He leaned forward.

"I know how that feels, I went to public school before transforing to Dalton; with the strongest anti bullying policy. But back in public middle school I was picked on for me out and proud just like you." Mr. Anderson said. Kurt looked wide-eyed.

"Your gay?" He asked surprised.

"Yea, I am." Mr. Anderson smiled.

"Wow, would have never have guessed it." Kurt laughed. He broke a piece of biscotti, lifting to his thin lips. Mr. Anderson watched his lips open and his tongue snake out capturing the tasty pastry. "You okay?" Kurt asked as he chewed covering his mouth. Mr. Anderson shook his head yes.

"So, are you liking my class, how am I doing?" Mr. Anderson played with his cup. Kurt nodded.

"I love your class; I'm into writing and reading, its my favorite pass time." Kurt smiled.

"A man after my heart." Mr. Anderson smiled. Kurt blushed. "Uh, sorry that was, um, yea sorry." Mr. Anderson stuttered. Kurt waved his hand in front of him.

"No it's completely okay really." Kurt smiled. Mr. Anderson lifted his head.

"I shouldn't flirt, but you make it hard not too." He whispered. Kurt's eyes widened.

"Um, well you have to be the first person to ever flirt with me." Mr. Anderson looked surprised.

"Really, now that cant be?" He said. Kurt nodded.

"I, um, I am the only open kid in Lima so, yea you are." Mr. Anderson leaned back in his seat.

"Well, that shouldn't be, you should have to be fighting off men." He smiled. Kurt laughed.

"Yea to get out of their hold while they try to dump me into a dumpster." He muttered to himself. Mr. Anderson leaned back in.

"What?" He asked. Kurt jumped.

"Oh nothing. Um, Mr. Anderson I have to go, my dad is probably worried." Kurt stood, grabbing his bag. Mr. Anderson followed suit.

"Alright, no problem see you tomorrow Kurt; it was very nice talking to you." Mr. Anderson winked.

Kurt walked down the hallway with Rachel and Mercedes trailing behind talking about Mr. Anderson and Glee. Kurt rolled his eyes holding his books to his chest was he stood in front of his locker. Putting in his code he unlocked it digging through. Both girls on either side of him.

"So, what do you think of this Mr. Anderson jumping on the Glee wagon?" Mercedes asked. Kurt shrugged.

"We need more help and I think he could be talented." Kurt smiled. Rachel laughed.

"You just have a little crush on him." She smiled. Kurt closed his locker.

"He's very good looking sorry, for having good taste." He said walking ahead again with his head held high.

"Too bad he's straight as a line." Rachel answered. Kurt smirked.

"Yea, too bad." He said before he entered the classroom.

Mr. Anderson was sitting on his desk going through his lessons, when he saw from the corner of his eye Rachel and Kurt enter saying goodbye to Mercedes. They sat their usual seats. Kurt pulled out his binder from his bag opening it up to a clear page. He turned to Rachel and started to chat about the new scandal of Santana and Britney.

"Can I ask you guys a question?" Mr. Anderson sat on top of a near by desk. The students both nodded. "What are you guys working on in Glee cause all I have heard is your voices, but that's all we did?" He asked. "I just want to be up to speed so I can help out as much as possible." He said. Kurt melted, sighing.

"Well, we have sectionals coming up in two weeks; we don't usually make a set list until the week of cause something always happens. Like one year, our set list was stolen and the group before us did what we were going to go so we had to come up with a whole new set list in an hour." Mr. Anderson was surprised.

"Yea, and then last year the Warblers threatened to leak out a picture of one of the members if we didn't give our set list. All because of Kurt dating the enemy." Rachel said. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"You did too, I remember trying to shampoo egg out of your hair." Kurt threw back at her. Mr. Anderson was surprised. "Wait didn't you say you were in the Warblers back when you were in school?" Kurt asked. He nodded.

"Yea and I cant believe they would do that… people change don't they." Kurt and Rachel nodded. "Well, I'll help when the time is needed. I guess." He winked only towards Kurt. Rachel smiled.

"Maybe he isn't straight after all." She giggled.

"What gave you that impression," Kurt said as Mr. Anderson walked to the front of the class.